Sunday roast will never again be off the menu

I was with my older brother Andy on Friday and, with Mother’s Day approaching, we took to reminiscing about childhood. “What is your happiest memory?” I asked. His reply was instant: “Sunday roasts.”

He was quite right. We would race back from Sunday school, watch Weekend World (we didn’t understand a word, but loved the theme music), and then sit around the small table in the dining room, almost beside ourselves with excitement. Gravy, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and a family chat about life, school, table tennis, whatever. It was an occasion.

Yet, to my astonishment, I realised I haven’t had a Sunday lunch for years. It dropped out of my life when I left home, and I am determined to resurrect it with my…

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